Friday

Delirium

Shivers running down my spine
In your thrall, I'm losing time
Freezing in your hot embrace
Pink blush creeps into my face
You're relentless as you make me ache
I lie exhausted, forced awake
This quaking that burns deep inside
At times I think I'd rather die
I cannot run despite the pain
Attempts to fight you all in vain
Drifting into fevered dreams
The chains you bind me with still gleam
Lost inside my private hell
Praying that I'll soon be well

1 comment:

Not-so-Prime Minister said...

Wow. Powerful. And I get this. Been there.